Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Samoa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
the Slits,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.